Daming Zhu Di: Father, why aren't you dead? !

Chapter 159 Fu Wang Zhu Changxun: I, I, I choose three! (please order!)
"Listen carefully!"

Lao Zhu noticed that Lao Wanli was obviously distracted, and he sternly reprimanded him.

In fact, it is no wonder that old Wanli has foot disease, diabetes, three highs and dysentery, all of which are basic diseases.

Just now I received more than a dozen slaps from three Zhu Di and a kick from Lao Zhu, and this will be at night in Wanli time and space, so sleepiness hits me, and my mental power is indeed very easy to disperse.

"Help him up."

Ji Boying glanced at him and tried several times to stand up, but the old Wanli, who couldn't get up because of his fat and foot problems, looked somewhat miserable.

Looking at the old Wanli like this, Zhang Juzheng sighed in his heart, and went forward to help the old Wanli, but found that he couldn't help him at all.

In the end, blushing, he forcibly exerted all the effort he had shown when he was constipated, and only then barely helped the sage he was looking forward to with all his heart.

Panting heavily at this moment, Handsome Zhang suddenly realized the difference between the words 'lighthouse and nightmare'.

If under his meticulous teaching, Zhu Yijun turned out to be like this in the end, then it's really better not to teach, and let Zhu Yijun become an ordinary master of the mean, at least a normal person.

"one."

Ji Boying's voice resumed.

After getting up, the old Wanli took a deep breath, and this time he didn't dare to lose his mind in the slightest. After all, if he lost his mind again, it might not be scolding, but another kick from the great grandfather.

Concentrate and stare at the immortal master in front of you.

"When the court decrees, inspect the tax inspectors you send to collect mining taxes."

"One of these eunuchs counts as one, and all of them are sent to prison, and their homes are confiscated to collect money. Those who commit crimes will be dealt with strictly according to the law."

Although the 33rd year of Wanli issued a decree to ban tax mines, it was only a superficial article. The tax supervisors in various places were still tyrannical and collected taxes as usual.

Regarding the matter of the Wanli tax supervisor, the history secretary was very clear that the old Wanli obtained about tens of millions of taels of silver for himself through the tax mine.

But in fact, these eunuchs who went to tax mines in various places squeezed at least 3000 million taels of silver from the people, or even more people's fat and people's anointing. Most of these mining taxes were collected in their own pockets.

All of them are wealthy landlords in various places, and their lives are more chic than the emperor's.

As long as all these tax supervisor fat pigs are slaughtered, at least 2000 million taels of silver can be obtained, and the silver needed for the battle of Sarhu will naturally be available.

Why did they go to collect the three rates (Liao rate, suppression rate, and training rate), which caused the people all over the world to live in dire straits, and directly promoted the big uprising in advance.

When he heard that his tax supervisor was going to be cut off, old Wanli's heart was bleeding. In his opinion, this was tantamount to cutting off his own way of making money.

As the saying goes, cutting off one's wealth is like killing one's parents.

But the old Wanli is more aware of the truth of another saying, "People have to bow their heads under the eaves".

"Brother, did you hear that?!"

Seeing the reluctance on Lao Wanli's face, Lao Zhu stopped drinking again.

At this moment, old Wanli quickly saluted and nodded.

"I would like to abide by the decree of the immortal master. I will issue an order tomorrow to recall the tax supervisors of the world, and I will never open mines in the future."

Ji Boying glanced at old Wanli, and continued to speak.

"two."

"From now on, additional officials from various departments will be added to restore the normal operation of state institutions."

"Also, let Fu Ye Xianggao be the chief assistant."

In the Wanli dynasty, after Zhang Juzheng's death, there were not many famous ministers who could be counted, and Ye Xianggao could be counted as one.

Ye Shoufu, who once wrote 75 resignation memorials to Wanli, and was finally so angry that he was approved to return home with 62 resignation memorials, setting the record for the most resignation letters in history, has a small Name: 'Toilet Boy'.

Because he was born in the latrine when Mother Ye fled.

However, Ye Xianggao did not object to this nickname, instead he regarded it as a treasure in his life, and even wrote an article on his nickname to commemorate his biological mother who passed away.

During the Wanli period, he had been "independent minister" for seven years. The independent ministers of other dynasties represented exclusive power, but the independent ministers in the Wanli period were purely used to catch a worker and use them to death.

The reason why he was hailed as a famous minister by later generations is that some people even listed him among the top ten ministers of the Ming Dynasty.

The core point is that Ye Xianggao still didn't give up even in front of Wanli, who was such a completely rotten emperor, but worked diligently, trying his best to maintain the normal operation of the empire without getting the approval of the memorial.

Otherwise, it would not be persevering in the 75 official memorials.

What's more, Ye Xianggao acted resolutely and judged major events well, which is clearly remembered in the history books.

And his life was clean and upright. Although Ye Xianggao himself was born in Donglin, he never got involved in party disputes. What he did when he was the chief assistant was not to attack dissident parties, but to try his best to reconcile the balance of the various parties and stabilize the court structure.

In fact, Ji Boying has another choice, which is to resurrect Zhang Juzheng from Wanli Time and Space, pull him out of the grave and work for another ten years.

But after all, old Wanli copied Zhang Juzheng's house, all his reputation was swept away, and he almost whipped his corpse.

If Zhang Juzheng was pulled out, the two of them would look down and see each other, it would be difficult to get along, maybe they could even fight.

Moreover, the situation of Zhang Juzheng in Wanli Time and Space is different from that of Zhang Cong in Jiajing Time and Space before. Zhang Juzheng in Wanli Time and Space has been dead for too long. For more than 30 years, the court officials have changed one crop after another.

In the current Wanli Dynasty, it would be more convenient for Ye Xianggao, the former independent prime minister who still has a lot of power, to come forward to rectify it.

"three."

"Check out all the land under the name of Fu Wang Zhu Changxun, and distribute it to the people."

"Decree Fu Wang, persuade him to donate all the silver taels in the mansion, return it to Taicang, and use it for state affairs."

Kill a wave of fat pigs from tax supervisors, and then copy Fu Wang, and the treasury will be filled instantly. Let alone a battle of Saarhu, even the decades of military pay owed by Nine Sides can be settled in one go.

Hearing this, old Wanli's expression changed.

It's okay to hit local tyrants, but why did you hit your precious son? This is my favorite little heart!How could you divide the field of my little heart!
Old Wanli bit the bullet, and subconsciously shook his head crazily.

"I've always been a reasonable person."

"I said it just now, it's persuasion."

Ji Boying's words settled down, and he pointed his finger.

Swish.

Beside the old Wanli, Yi Lun's body shape was not inferior to Wanli's, or even more super fat appeared. At this moment, he was holding a roasted deer leg in both hands, and was enjoying the pleasure of eating with his eyes closed.

He swallowed a mouthful of venison, opened his eyes, and was taken aback for a moment.

Because more than 20 pairs of fierce eyes were staring at him.

"He is the King of Fortune."

"The land of a province is not enough to support a king. He has been a feudal clan for decades, annexed countless good fields from the people, and searched for countless people's fat and anointing."

Ji Boying's voice sounded faintly.

Then, before Zhu Changxun, the King of Fortune, could react to what was going on, he was already surrounded by more than a dozen strangers.

"You, you, who are you?"

"What are you going to do?! Do you know who this king is?!"

Zhu Changxun looked at the people surrounding him in horror, and subconsciously used the deer leg in his hand as a weapon.

Holding the handle of the leg with both hands, he waved it with difficulty, but his eyes saw a familiar figure through the gap in the crowd.

oh!It turned out to be my dear father, His Majesty the Emperor!

"Father!"

"Father save me!"

Zhu Changxun's fat face just showed joy.

puff.

As the second in command, old Zhu Di kicked Fu Wang in the stomach. Fu Wang was kicked as immobile as a mountain, while old Zhu Di was bounced back and fell to the ground.

This Fu Wang's belly is too big, and he has a strong abdominal muscle, which is backlashed by his strength.

"Kill him!"

Old Zhu Di, who was helped up by Big Fatty Yongle, shouted angrily, he has been around for so many years, and he has never been so ashamed.

In an instant.

Yan Fan'er Lang went into battle and surrounded Fu Wang, who weighed more than 300 kilograms, in the middle, punching and kicking frantically.

At first, I could hear Zhu Changxun's howling like a pig, but gradually the sound disappeared. Old Wanli looked at him anxiously, and couldn't help rubbing his hands, his eyes were filled with the word distressed.

From time to time, he still whispered 'light' and 'light'.

After about half a cup of tea.

Maybe they were tired from the fight, so the emperors and princes stopped their hands, and all of them were panting with their hips on their hips.

Looking at Fu Wang Zhu Changxun lying on the ground with his head in his arms, there are not many good pieces of meat on his body.

but.

Ji Boying could clearly see it.

In fact, this super fat man didn't suffer any substantial injuries. There is really too much fat on his body, and it is also elastic!
With a punch, it seemed to be hitting a bouncy ball.

The defense power is 99999+, which is directly full.

And the reason why he didn't yell was because Fu Wang found that the harder he yelled, the harder this group of people would use. This point, regardless of men and women, has the same effect.

"Son...!"

Old Wanli looked at the poor His Royal Highness Fu Wang, and hurriedly limped to Zhu Changxun.

As soon as King Fu saw his old father, he knelt down and hugged old Wanli's leg, and burst into tears.

Uh, old father!You have to be the master for your son!
Before the voice howled a few words, Xiao Zhu Si and Yongle Xiao Zhu added a young man Zhu Houzhao. The three of them forcibly separated the father and son, and dragged Fu Wang to Lao Zhu and Ji Boying.

"Zhu Changxun, I'll give you two choices."

Ji Boying stared at the super fat man who faked crying for a second.

"One, take the initiative to donate all the silver taels in the government to fund the country."

"Second, passively take out all the silver taels in the mansion and use it as capital for the country."

Zhu Changxun was taken aback, covered his face and looked at Ji Boying.

"This, is there a difference?!"

"Of course there are differences."

"If you take the initiative, you can get a good reputation."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Changxun.

When it comes to collecting money, this Fu Wang Zhu Changxun's ability is not inferior to his father Wanli, or even surpassed.

After Zhu Changxun took over the feudal clan, he was not satisfied with the [-] hectares of fertile land given to him by the old Wanli when he was in the feudal clan. He allowed his slaves to annex land everywhere and swallow up large tracts of fertile land for the people.

Even as a prince, he acted as a protective umbrella for all kinds of evil and tried his best to make money, so that the people in Henan were full of resentment, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Summed up in [-] words: act recklessly, do all kinds of evil, impose excessive taxes, and act recklessly.

During the reign of Chongzhen, "Qin Zhongliu thieves, Henan drought locusts", the tragic scene of "human cannibalism" appeared among the people, but Fu Wang Zhu Changxun didn't see it at all, how to squeeze the people or continue.

When the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty passed by Luoyang, they said one after another: "The royal family has millions of dollars, but it makes us hungry and murdered."

"Master Immortal, can you think about it again, I can..."

Old Wanli gritted his teeth and stomped slightly.

"I can transfer some money from the internal treasury to Taicang to make up for the lack of military pay on the nine sides."

Ji Boying frowned, and took another look at old Wanli.

He now understands why old Wanli would rather send eunuchs to collect mining taxes than increase business taxes. He dares to believe that old Wanli really does not regard the country's money as his own money, and only has his own internal treasury in his eyes.

If the country has such a king, how can it not die.

"I'm doing it for his own good."

The voice fell.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

All the emperors and princes are used to this sudden change of illusion.

Old Wanli and Zhu Changxun, the King of Fu, were so startled that their faces changed drastically, and they stared at the sudden changes around them in astonishment.

in fantasy.

The location where everyone is located is in front of the main gate of Zhou Gong Temple.

At this moment, in the middle of the crowd, there is a huge boiling iron pot. Inside the iron pot, there is a red-hot 'pig' struggling and howling with the last bit of strength. There are several skinned sika deer.

The people around were all holding broken bowls, with strong expectations in their eyes.

"Hey, the people in this cauldron are very familiar."

Zhu Changxun stared blankly at the people in the pot, then took a closer look, suddenly his expression changed, and he backed away, so frightened that he sat down on the ground, feces and urine poured out.

"This, why is this me!"

It is normal for Zhu Changxun to have this reaction. After all, if anyone suddenly sees the real scene of being thrown in the pot to cook, they will be terrified.

Old Wanli also saw a drastic change in his face, and his heart was trembling.

Why is our precious heart and liver cooked? !
In the Ming Dynasty, this was the second vassal king to receive such treatment. Zhu Changxun was much better than the last one, and he had some side dishes.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Lao Zhu glanced at the people around him, and then looked at the 'fat pig' that was almost completely boiled in the boiling cauldron. He frowned slightly and asked.

The others were also startled. After all, this was the Prince Shengzhu, and it was in front of all the common people. No matter how you looked at it, it was not a normal thing.

"After Li Zicheng broke through Henan and settled in Luoyang, he dug out the money from Prince Fu's mansion as payment, cooked several sika deer co-authored by King Fu, and cooked them together in front of Zhougong Temple, and shared them among the common people."

"It's called the name, Fulu (deer) banquet."

These words fell into the ears of Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and others, and their hearts thumped.

It was eaten by the people.

What a shame this is the hatred of the people.

Moreover, the people's fat and people's anointing collected by the search turned out to be the army's salary for the rebels.

Instead of this, it is better to charge the treasury as soon as possible.

"My descendants of the Zhu family actually have corrupted generations."

Lao Zhu took a deep breath, and there was a bit of indisputable coolness in his eyes.

He looked at Fu Wang, who was already pissed off, with disgust in his eyes. He couldn't figure out how, under the strong blood of his old Zhu, how could such trash be born in future generations.

suddenly.

Like the wind.

The scene of Fulu Banquet was removed, and everything disappeared like a bubble.

If you continue to put it down, it will be a scene of sharing food. It is really evil and too inappropriate.

At this moment, Lao Zhu stood up suddenly.

In the eyes of all the children and grandchildren, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty walked up to Zhu Changxun, the King of Fortune, with his eyes slightly lowered.

"Brother gave you two choices."

"Then we will give you two choices."

"One, degrade yourself to be a commoner, leave the clan, donate all the money in the mansion, and use it for the country."

"two."

Lao Zhu raised his hand slightly, and Ah Biao handed over the mace in good time.

"At this very moment, we, the great ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, will personally rectify you with the family law."

Zhu Changxun knelt on the ground, trembling.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at Lao Zhu, and under the watchful eyes of all his ancestors, he spoke.

"I, I, I choose three."

There is a kind of cleverness called self-smartness.

There is a kind of death called death.

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PS: Regarding the death of King Fu, there is the theory of Fulu Banquet, and there is also the theory that the whole body was found because of the epitaph of King Fu. It is hard to say which one it is.

This book still uses the theory of Fuluyan to relieve hatred.

(End of this chapter)